C F G F C Whoa, sittin at a truck stop with my cowboy boots and a guitar C F G F C Now I'm livin on a tip box and it was made for cigars G F C G F C A long way from Georgia, a long way from Georgia Oh I'm out on the highway, Well, I have no regrets Cause I'm a-living my way on coffee and cigarettes A long way from Georgia, a long way from Georgia Bridge: Am C/B C Oh and this highway is my home Am G C Oh, through the night and I ride on Am C/B C And I just keep on rollin on Am C/B C Cuz I'm a long way from home G F C G F C A long way from Georgia, a long way from Georgia Fiddle solo Whoa, sittin at a truck stop and a waitress kills me Well I'm all you got ???, it's gonna take you the long way A long way from Georgia, a long way from Georgia
